“In the time of my confession,
in the hour of my deepest need,
when the pool of tears beneath my feet
floods every newborn seed,
there's a dyin' voice within me
reaching out somewhere,
toiling in the danger
and in the morals of despair.

Don't have the inclination
to look back on any mistake.
Like Cain, I now behold this chain of events
that I must break.
In the fury of the moment
I can see the Master's hand
in every leaf that trembles,
in every grain of sand.”